sieghart

[floristic]

woo

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Week 3: Sunday

[ercnerd]

[It's been a while. He's not one to compete for the attention of newcomers, so Sieghart takes time to flag Kaoruko down elsewhere in the daycare.]

Hey, Blue. How's practice?

[floristic]

Ugh...

It's going to get more annoying as more people come in. There's not a lot of room here.

[ercnerd]

Do you really need that much space? Even with this many of us, there's still the playground.

[floristic]

I guess...

[ she starts to pout, but then a memory hits them. ]

Huh?

[ercnerd]

[It's been so long since he felt the heat of sickness. Once he comes back to himself, though, he simply grins.]

. . . Is that your best friend?

[floristic]

N-no, she's just my follower!

[ yes. that's the bestie. ]

[ercnerd]

Hmm, it's true that a loyal follower would stay by the master's side forever . . .

[floristic]

Yes, exactly! It's why it's unforgivable that she's not here.

[ kaoruko you were kidnapped ]

[ercnerd]

You don't mean that. Would you really want your treasured follower here?

[floristic]

[ ...

she sniffs. ]

Probably not... she'd be really mad at me.

[ercnerd]

She'll probably be even madder if you stay here, so keep practicing.

[floristic]

I think I'd be mad if she isn't mad about that...

[ercnerd]

You kids . . . Of course she'll be mad.

[floristic]

But she might be mad at me instead of for me....

[ choose a lane, kaoruko ]

[ercnerd]

Why would she be mad at you? Just which is it that you want?

[floristic]

[ a long pause ]

Both...?

[ercnerd]

. . . Are you actually . . .

[ . . . into that sort of thing, he wants to ask, but a memory (5:49-6:42) cuts him short.]

[floristic]

Ahhh!

[ sieg your NEEDLES ]

... do you get sick...?

[ercnerd]

[Oh, the needles. How they burn.]

. . . I can't remember the last time I was.

[floristic]

Ah. Lucky...

But you probably just jinxed yourself.

[ercnerd]

I experienced what it was like through you. I'll consider that my bad luck for the . . .

[He trails off, because another memory (2:16) starts, opening with a wave of guilt and anger before it ripples into strong feelings of protectiveness over Mari. It peters out in the end with dread, though. Girls with blue hair are terrifying.]

[floristic]

[ ...... ]

You were dissected?

[ you have no proof of this ]

[ercnerd]

No!

She just periodically takes my blood. It's her fault that I get anemic . . .

[floristic]

Are you being bullied?

[ercnerd]

What?